D.R.U.G.S
Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the fire marksWhen it really starts I’m a runaway slave-masterShittin’ on the past gotta spit it like a pastorAfter, basher, did like doe like dasher, faster-motorbike fasterIggy gotta get a bitch watch for my raptureWhite bitch go, ’bout to blow like the windPenthouse too roof top at the windWhen I win, when I win I win, no when I wid ’em they good like shinGot hoes on call, got hoes on call to come through take a pro-to-callJust damagin’ that’s my protocolDismantle ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I don’t care who you areNo coming back gotta give it to you raw,Pitchfork point better pass me the jointGotta twist this beat I’ma sprang my jointStraight crack rock, go to the pop-popPumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa’ I’m raw no digga’what’s my muthafuckin’ name it’s Iggy not JiggyDon’t compare me to her, throw the bitch in the ditchRuff ruff ho, could da bitch I’m big,Sewed the game up stapled up in a stitchClick-click pow drops game my click,Look at my heels LV on it, ignorant art, everybody on itEverybody want it, 666 got a three car garage driveway be the omen,Boss like Cowen?Hate me, Chordz 3D can’t see me,Packets better than a H3, I don’t see you like mace-me, ughD.R.U.G.S - click oh and we on - haterOn these hoes hairs no activator, whores fuck up when he activate-herCuz I’m goin’ out with my hand raised’Bout to smack, smack, smack till my hand cave,On the bitch May, honey I’m paid, I’ma get laid fuck yer man caveYa act like ya girl B-real, (ta’sun)Kinda spaced-out you bitches be duckin’Better than ya girl, than the best, make the competition restUnless it’s sex no less, I’ma fuck a hoe game I’m bestWith my strap on, my vibrator, ’bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violatorCourse no, I’ma feel myself,I’m a masturbator like uh uh uh uh-fuck me, fuck meNow I’m off beat, my head hurts, I murk shit, I gets paperWash my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!